East Borough, in a two-bedroom rental apartment.
Klein received Demoness Trissy's reply from Miss Messenger Reinette Tinekerr and pulled a chair to sit down before reading it.
She knows of Mr. Door's existence and has the means to use the bloodline connection of the House of Abraham to speak to "Him" … Trissy can already withstand Mr. Door's cries for help, so she's not afraid of losing control? Furthermore, she seems to be very certain of Mr. Door's identity … She has really obtained more knowledge and secrets from the Primordial Demoness … But if that's the case, why is Demoness of White Katarina pursuing her? As Klein read the short contents of the letter, questions surfaced in his mind.
As the matters that Trissy had vaguely mentioned were within his understanding, he believed that she wasn't lying in this regard. Furthermore, she had indeed provided a very feasible solution.
Of course, the premise of this method's success was to grasp the correct ritual, have a corresponding descendant of the House of Abraham as a medium, and be willing to bear extreme risks.
Out of these three points, Klein was missing the first one. He still had some doubts about the third point, so he attempted to find a safer and more concealed method. As for Demoness Trissy, she only lacked the second point.
To me, it's easy to find a descendant of the House of Abraham. I can directly contact them through Miss Magicians, but once their hair, blood, flesh, and bones are given to Demoness Trissy, they will bear the risk of being cursed … Klein knew quite a bit about the Demoness pathway and knew that they were extremely good at curses.
As his thoughts raced, he gradually came up with a countermeasure. It was to use the hair, rotting flesh, or bones of the deceased.
He remembered that Miss Magicians had mentioned to The Fool that she had once buried an old gentleman named Lawrence. Without a doubt, he was a descendant of the House of Abraham.
I hope it's not a cremation … Although it's a little desecrating of a corpse, speaking to Mr. Door is also a necessary procedure to remove the ancient curse of the House of Abraham. Using the dead is better than implicating the living … When the time comes, I'll add this line in my reply to Trissy. I'll pretend to be a descendant of the House of Abraham providing a ritual medium …
Also, I have to first confirm that Trissy wants to speak to Mr. Door and not attempt to pull "Him" back to the real World … They are either of a high status or are involved in a high status. It's very difficult to obtain an effective revelation using divination. However, the Emperor said that the ritual Mr. Door needs to return to is very complicated. It's definitely not something that can be set up by a small number of bloodline descendants. I can get Queen Mystic, Miss Sharon, and the others to monitor Baekeland's underground market to see if there are any abnormal movements of materials or people … Klein nodded slightly and decided to find Miss Magicians later to rush her for her script.
…
North Borough, Phelps Street.
A young man with a thin face and a wide forehead was sitting on a bench. He was wearing a black windbreaker and a silk top hat. He was staring at the withered leaves of the Parasol Tree with Intis in a daze.
He wore a crystal monocle on his right eye, making him look rather refined.
At that moment, an elder who was heading for Saint Samuel Cathedral passed by. Seeing that he wasn't in a good state, he stopped in his tracks and gently asked, "Why are you here?
"Young man, what are you worried about? For the things lost in this war? "
He suspected that the other party's relatives, lovers, and friends had died in the previous air strikes or in the fierce battles at the frontlines. That was why he was sitting on the street with a lost expression.
The young man raised his hand to pinch his monocle, sighed, and shook his head.
"I'm just thinking about some complicated problems."
"Are you a philosopher?" The old man was stunned for a moment and blurted out.
"No, but I often ask people philosophical questions, like who I am, where I am, and where I am going." The young man smiled calmly and continued his thoughts. From time to time, he would move his lips and whisper silently.
The elder found it difficult to understand. All he could do was shake his head and slowly walk away under the gazes of the stray dogs, sparrows on the trees, ants on the ground, and microscopic creatures in the air.
The young man didn't turn his head. His monocle reflected the falling yellow leaves as he muttered to himself,
He muttered to himself, "Parasitic …" "No parasitic …" "Parasitic …" "No parasitic …"
"Watch the bait …" "Swallow the bait …" "Watch the bait …" "Swallow the bait …"
…
After receiving the strand of hair from Lawrence's remains from Fors, the Magicians, and seeing the Tussock Times begin to serialize the terrifying legend of Baekeland Hospital, Klein entered a state of patient waiting. He also promised to send Miss Magicians to a new place next week to record new scenery and folklore.
In the blink of an eye, a new week arrived. After Klein had lunch, he planned on taking a nap to prepare for the Tarot at three o 'clock.
At this moment, Reinette Tinekerr, who was holding four blonde, red-eyed heads, walked out from the depths of the void. One of them had a linen bag in its mouth.
"Who sent it?" Klein suddenly had a baffling and complicated premonition. For a moment, he didn't reach out to take the bag in Miss Messenger's mouth.
Reinette Tinekerr's three idle heads spoke one after another.
"Mutated …" "True …" "Mushroom …"
"King …" "Of …" "Mushroom …"
This series of modifiers … I roughly understand what's going on … Klein controlled himself from baring his teeth as he slowly took the bag.
When he opened the bag, he wasn't surprised to see a large number of all kinds of devils — no, mushrooms.
Some of them were white and plump, as though they would spew out milk with a single poke. Some were black with blood-colored filaments and fat patterns embedded in them. Some were covered in golden stars, and their caps were the size of a palm …
At this moment, these mushrooms were still squirming slightly, as though they were trying to spread their mycelium and spores.
Klein gulped a mouthful of saliva and picked up a letter that was surrounded by mushrooms. He unfolded it and read it.
"My dear friend, Gehrman,
"I've finally completed your request. I've invented mushrooms that can be grown in dark and harsh environments. They rely on devouring the flesh and blood of monsters to grow and reproduce. They don't need any other conditions …
"Their descendants are split into two types. One will accumulate all kinds of toxins and can't be eaten, but it can be used as a source of toxins. The other type can be used as food after being steamed, boiled, fried, or fried at high temperatures. You must remember not to eat them raw or before they are cooked. Otherwise, they will reproduce in your body and use your flesh and blood as a breeding ground …
"Considering the taste, I invented a total of eleven types of mushrooms. Some are rich in milk, which can be drunk directly. Some are like beef. Hehe, when you fry them, you don't need to provide extra oil. Some are as delicate as fish, but they don't have spikes. My suggestion is to roast or boil them …
"All of these results can't be achieved without your help. If I hadn't advanced to a Druid, I might have needed a few more years, or even more than a decade, to solve the various problems I encountered in the experiments …
"If you have any other ideas that suit me, please be sure to share them with me. Your forever friend, Frank Lee."
Klein held the letter and fell silent for a while. When he looked up, he realized that Miss Messenger was still waiting.
… He sighed silently, walked to the desk, took out a piece of paper and a pen, and slowly wrote:
"… I'm glad that you've succeeded. These mushrooms have helped me tremendously. They will effectively reduce famine in certain areas …
"… I'm currently busy with some things, so I don't have enough novel ideas for now …
"… Your friend, German Sparrow …"
After folding the letter, Klein looked at Miss Messenger and hesitantly asked, "Miss Messenger?
"How's Frank Lee's current state?"
Reinette Tinekerr's head, which hadn't spoken before, spoke first.
"Excited …"
The other three added one after another:
"Active …" "Happy …" "Satisfied …"
Following that, the four heads spoke again:
"No longer …" "Afraid …" "Of being …" "Buried …" "In the soil …"
"Why?" Klein subconsciously pressed.
The four blonde, red-eyed heads in Reinette Tinekerr's hands said word by word:
"He …" "Can …" "Absorb …" "From …" "Soil …"
"Nutrients …" "And …" "Oxygen …"
After Frank became a Druid, he has indeed evolved quite a bit … Klein was momentarily unsure if he should be happy for his friend or mourn for the crew of the Future.
After watching Miss Messenger leave, Klein used Cogitation to force himself to sleep. Then, he woke up at half past two in the afternoon to prepare for this week's Tarot Gathering.
At three o 'clock, rays of crimson light rose from the ancient palace above the gray fog and solidified into corresponding figures.
Audrey immediately stood up, lifted her skirt, and bowed towards the end of the long bronze table.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool ~"
As a senior "psychiatrist," she had an extremely strong ability to control her emotions. Furthermore, she did not encounter any problems this week. She was mainly collecting donations, contacting pharmaceutical companies, and organizing volunteer medical staff.
However, compared to the past, the carefree and cheerful feeling that came with her greeting was clearly much weaker.
The Fool Klein nodded slightly in response to the greetings from the Tarot members before casting his gaze at The Hermit.
He still owed the woman eight questions.
Cattleya bowed her head and said with a perfect attitude, "That's right.
"Honorable Mr. Fool, there are still two questions this time."
After getting his approval, she continued.
"The first question is, what's the current state of the devils in the Abyss?"
Queen Mystic first suspects that the emperor's mausoleum is hidden in the Abyss … This is in line with the emperor's train of thought. As expected of his biological daughter … Unfortunately, there aren't any "citizens" that can be ordered around … The Fool Klein muttered inwardly as he replied without a change in expression.
"Most devils can't even survive in the current Abyss."
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